Tangent

Thrown out by some affluent family who no longer had a need for
belinda carlisle discography as it was probably digitalized on a
hard drive sitting among vintage german lagers and self help books
coordinating how to invest properly in a four tier advertising
pyramid.Too stimulated to sleep I go to the liquor cabinent and
pour what's left of a bottle of peach schnapps into a plastic
champagne flute then go into my office. The screensaver is a
festival of multicolered pipes moving expertly in the moniter. I
move the mouse and click on my inbox. My first email is from an
employee from pavlov and sage titled "dispicable" with an
attachment of a picture of what I can only assume is a flaming bag
of dog shit. I skin through the email as I'm sure this is just
another letter protested the developement of my novel. The email
says things like "moral defecation" and "a book depicting
everything abhorrent of morality", "your a cocksucker" and of
course the essential "burn in hell" I wonder if this is the same
taut, manipulative employee I'd met during my initial meeting with
masha.